- Pg. 118 - "And how do you treat it?" "As you do with humans," laughs Olympe. "You prescribe Prozac." "Are you serious?" "Absolutely."
- Pg. 143 - "yes, sir, I know a little Japanese but not very well." And he replied in Japanese "Do you want me to correct your accent?" and then translated right away into French. Well, I appreciated that for a start. Lot's of people would have said, "Oh you speak so well! Bravo!" whereas I'm sure I must sounds like some cow from Outer Mongolia. So I answered in Japanaese, "Please do, sir," and he corrected one inflection and then said still in Japanese, "Call me Kakuro." I replied in Japanese, "yes, Kakuro-san," and we laughed.
- Pg. 143 - Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside, she's covedred in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary - and terribly elegant.
- Pg. 185 - Every time, it's a miracle. Here are all these people, full of heartache or hatred or desire, and we all have our troubles and the school year is filled with vulgairty and triviality and consequence, and there are all these teachers and kids of every shape and size, and there's this life we're struggling through full of shouting and tears and laughter and fights and break-ups and dashed hopes and unexpected luck - it all disappears, just like that, when the choir begins to sing.
- Pg. 303 - "They didn't recognize me," I say. I come to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, completely flabbergasted. "They didn't recognize me," I repeat. He stops in turn, my hand still on his arm. "It is because they have never seen you," he says. "I would recognize you anywhere."
apr 7 2010 ∞
oct 17 2010 +
